Perfume lingers where words would fade -
a woman’s truth in scented trace.
A tender soul, wind-kissed and still, I wait for love with quiet grace.
Give me your wings, and I will rise, barefoot, through fire, to build us light. Your joy shall be my lullaby, your name, the stars our sons recite.
For love and loyalty alone, I’ll be your lady, flesh and bone -
cradle your blood in silken thread,
and stitch our story into time ahead.